“If you're playing on fucking me to death, I'm so on board with that.”

“Beckett wiped his mouth with his wrist. “If you’re planning on fucking me to death, I’m so on board with that.”

“No one else would dare interrupt Blake’s playing, but Beckett scooped him into a bear hug and pounded him on the back. “Look at fucking you! Playing this fucking multi-tiered nightmare!” Beckett waved his hands over the complicated organ.Blake laughed as Beckett set him back on the seat and pointed a thick finger at the organ. “You ass-fuck this bitch. Ass-fuck it.” Beckett peeked over the balcony at Cole below. “Sorry, baby. I have too much dirty in me.”

“So I'm sitting in that damn chair, ready to die, and I say to her, 'You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'm so damn glad you're going to kill me instead of some brainless, toothless druggie." Beckett smiled again at the memory of his almost-murder. "Then she traded the knife for her lips, and now she works for me." Beckett put his hands behind his head and flexed his giant biceps. "She won't tell me who hired her to come here. She's the deadliest person I've ever encountered. I still think she might kill me, but I can't stop looking at her.”

“Know this: I love you so fucking much. No other person has been to me what you are. No one else ever will be. - Beckett”

“Holy fucking dogs! You scared the uterus out of me!”

“Damn, girl, you type so shitastically fast. You should be a fucking secretary or something.”